A Labor of Love

A Labor of Love

Whether you’re a pretty little girl,
or a brave little boy,
Just knowing that you’re on your way
fills my heart with joy.

You’ll learn that you’re my miracle.
For you, I’ve waited long.
You’ll see it in my poetry,
maybe even in a song.

May you always know what love is,
from our whole family.
That, my little angel,
is a promise straight from me.

I hope you grow up strong and smart.
Because you stayed in school,
Intelligence will be your art
And wisdom will be your tool.

You can be whatever you want to be
as long as you put your mind to it.
Whenever you hit a rough spot, though,
I’ll be there to see you through it.

Whether it’s music, dance or even sports
I’ll let you try it all.
We’ll shop for tights and soccer shorts
Downtown at the local mall.

I’m not sure of what else to say right now
’cause I’ve really said a lot.
You’ll learn to understand me
’cause I’m the only Mom you’ve got!

©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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2 thoughts on “A Labor of Love

  1. That was lovely!

    I saw the Expecting Mom in Beautiful Blue. Then, when I began reading the poem – I assumed it was Ashutosh speaking. From the point of view of a big protective brother who adores his little brother.

    But it was not a Brother. It was the Mom talking. The only Mom the baby has got…

    I enjoyed this Pooja!

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